When I was 18 years old, in a more innocent time, my first backpacking trip through Europe, I sneaked into the Temple of Saturn in the Roman Forum after nightfall and spent several hours in there avoiding the guards patrolling.

Sometimes you didn't really arrive at a conclusion about your life, you just discovered that you already had.

What man would dare believe that all he planned might come to pass?

The deeds of men, as footprints in the desert. Nothing under the circling moons is fated to last. Even the sun goes down.

What mortal knew the way their fate line would run?

There are kinds of action, for good or ill, that lie so far outside the boundaries of normal behavior that they force us, in acknowledging that they have occurred, to restructure our own understanding of reality. We have to make room for them.

Writing is never, ever easy but I wake up every morning grateful for the gift of being able to do this.